A low, guttural groan was ripped from Jax’s chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that vibrated through his entire body.

The sensation of Willow’s hot, wet mouth engulfing the head of his cock was electric. Her lips, soft and full, formed a perfect, tight seal around his shaft, and her tongue, a living flame, began to swirl and dance against the sensitive underside of his crown.

She completely worshipped his member like it was a path of worship.

This was the cock that had claimed her, that had bred the First Witch, that had saved her entire dimension. It was her god, her anchor, her entire world, and she would treat it as such.

Her hands, which had been resting on his thighs, came up to cradle his heavy balls, her fingers gently massaging them, feeling the weight of the seed she so desperately wanted.

She began to move, slowly, her head bobbing in a languid, sensual rhythm.

With every downward movement, she took him deeper, her throat relaxing, her magic allowing her to accommodate his impossible size. She was a sorceress, and this was her most potent spell.

Jax’s body was a taut bowstring of tension.

His muscles were coiled, his jaw clenched, and his hands, which had been hanging at his sides, now rose of their own volition.

They tangled in the silken cascade of her verdant hair, not forcing her, but simply anchoring himself to her, grounding himself in the overwhelming pleasure she was giving him. The feel of her soft hair between his fingers was a stark, beautiful contrast to the molten heat of her mouth.

"That’s it..." he growled, his voice a ragged, husky whisper, "Worship your king, "

His words were a beacon of encouragement to Willow, and hearing that, a fresh wave of arousal and intoxication flooded her system.

She redoubled her efforts, her movements becoming more fluid, more confident. She took more of him, her lips stretching wide around his thick girth, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft as she descended.

She could feel the thick, prominent vein throbbing against her tongue, a frantic pulse that matched the racing of her own heart.

More precum leaked from the tip, a steady, viscous flow that she eagerly swallowed.

The taste was divine, salty, musky, and uniquely him, a taste she had missed.

It was the ambrosia of the gods, and she was a devoted acolyte, thirsting for every drop. She could feel his control beginning to fray, the subtle tightening of his grip on her hair, the way his hips began to twitch with the instinct to thrust.

She wanted him to lose control completely. She wanted him to use her, to fuck her mouth with the same raw power he had used to claim her body and heal her world.

She pushed herself, taking him deeper than she had before.

The head of his cock breached the tight confines of her throat, and she suppressed the urge to gag, her magic soothing her muscles, allowing her to take him impossibly deep.

Her nose was now buried in the coarse hair at his base, her chin resting against his balls. She had taken all of him. Every single, magnificent inch.

"FUCK!" Jax roared, his head falling back, his eyes squeezing shut.

The sensation of being fully sheathed in her tight, convulsing throat was mind-blowing. It was a hot, wet, velvet vice that gripped him in a way that only Sabrina could compare to, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his soul.

She held him there for a long moment, her lungs burning, her body trembling with the effort and the sheer ecstasy of it.

Then, slowly, she pulled back, her lips dragging along his shaft, leaving a glistening trail of saliva and precum.

She gasped for air when the head finally popped free of her mouth, a thick string of their combined fluids connecting her lips to his cock.

She looked up at him, her emerald eyes blazing with an unholy fire, her lips swollen and glistening.

A single drop of precum clung to her lower lip, and she slowly, deliberately, licked it away. "♥ Am I pleasing my King? ♥" she panted, her voice a husky, worshipful rasp.

Jax’s answer was to tighten his grip on her hair, his golden eyes burning down at her with an intensity that could have set the room ablaze, "You were made for this," he snarled, his voice thick with lust, "This mouth was made to worship my cock,"

He began to guide her then, his hands in her hair setting the pace. He didn’t force her, but his will was undeniable, and she followed his lead perfectly.

He pulled her down, impaling her throat on his massive length, then released her, letting her pull back just enough to breathe before pulling her down again.

He was fucking her face, using her mouth for his pleasure, and she was in heaven.

With every thrust, more precum leaked from his cock, coating her tongue, her throat, flowing down her chin in sticky rivulets.

She was a mess, a beautiful, debauched mess, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her hands continued to massage his balls, urging him on, silently begging for his release.

She could feel the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter, a spring ready to snap.

"Look at me," Jax commanded, his voice a guttural growl,"Look at me while I feed you,"

Her eyes, which had been closed in blissful submission, fluttered open. She looked up at him, at the raw, primal power on his face, at the burning possessiveness in his golden eyes.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in her throat. His cock throbbed, once, twice, and then it exploded.

A massive, torrential eruption of hot, thick seed flooded her throat, so much that she couldn’t possibly swallow it all. It pumped into her, a divine offering, a testament to his power and her devotion.

Willow moaned around his spurting cock, her body convulsing with her own orgasm. The feeling of being so completely, so utterly filled with his cum was the ultimate pleasure, the ultimate validation.

She swallowed greedily, her throat working frantically, but still, some escaped, leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping down onto her silk robe.

Jax held her there, his body shuddering with the force of his release, his cock pulsing as it emptied itself into her.

He rode out the waves of his climax, his groans of pleasure echoing in the vast, silent observatory. When the final spasm subsided, he slowly, gently, released his grip on her hair.

Willow pulled back, his cock coming free with a soft, wet pop. She gasped for air, her chest heaving, her face a beautiful, flushed mess of saliva and cum.

She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a blissful, sated light, and a slow, triumphant smile spread across her cum-stained lips.